''Oh, girl. No offence, you are... like okay, but hell no! I couldn't be able to show my face around with you next to me. Everyone would be-'' Something escapes my lips, followed by another weird noise. I hear it sharp and clear cutting the air, shutting everything up, even Harry. God what have I done? Did I just slap my Boss' son? *** Cover by: MySillyHarryDiary All Rights reserved to: MySillyHarryDiary

A competition, a train, and a thunderstorm was all it took to ruin Raelyn Evans' life; forcing her to move in with her chef of a dad and her triplet step-brothers in London, England. Six years later, Rae is as lost as ever, struggling to find her place in this world, and fill in the empty place in her heart that disappeared 6 years ago. When her dad buys off their apartment building from the landlord, it seems as if her life is falling back into a perfect step. With several jobs, her family, her best friend, and her sewing machine what more could she possibly want? But then Harry Styles, the infamous womanizer of the famous band One Direction, forces his way into her life. To Harry, Rae is nothing more than a challenge to overcome but to Rae, Harry is her worst nightmare. Will she finally let go of her fears and let someone take care of her for once? Will Harry stay "in the game" or will he help Rae to unlock her full potential and stop running from her past?

H.S. Z.M. 1D. When America's Sweetheart, Ludmilla Hanson, is admitted into rehab, she asks her identical twin sister, Camilla, for a favor. She needs Cami to take her place during the shootings of a new major movie. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem for Cami—she's used to do everything her sister wants—except this is THE Movie of the year, featuring none other than Harry Styles—and he kinda makes her jittery. Follow Cami, Harry and Zayn on Set as they deal with acting, singing and crazy fans. ____________ Excerpt: Harry grabbed my arm, stopping my escape. Slowly, I turned around to face him, my eyes full of tears. “Why’d you lie, Cami?” he asked. “If that’s even your actual name.” Through my blurred vision, I looked at him. His dark curls covered his eyes, and I couldn’t see him properly. Was he mad? It felt like he was mad—the grip on my arm was tight. “Answer me,” he shouted.

″I'll be right beside you, nobody will break you.″

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.